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To be clear, I did not buy this land so that I could grow pot, and I actually wanted this land for a lot of peculiar reasons, but now that I own it, I will honestly start trying to grow some plants…

• Then why shouldn’t I? I have several hundred empty acres out here, just fields and forests, and a few little ponds scattered here and there.

Nearby the main apartment is a new seasoned orange house. It needed some repairs, but once I got it fixed up it was perfect as an incubator to get some cannabis plants going, and first of all I have to say that I thought it would be a lot easier to cultivate marijuana. I mean they call it weed because it grows everywhere, so why did most of my cannabis plants die before they even started? It didn’t really matter, because I had an open account with my seasoned cannabis dispensary to have my stuff mailed to me. I wasn’t going to run out of cannabis to smoke, however I was increasingly determined to get my own plants to work. Since I could grow my own marijuana, I wanted to simply do it! It would ultimately save myself and others hundreds of dollars spent at the cannabis dispensary, although this wasn’t about currency it was about doing something on my own. I can’t farm, or fish, or hunt, or even start a fire without matches, so I would appreciate being able to say I was capable of growing my own marijuana. It would make myself and others know appreciate more a “real man” as deranged as that sounds.
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I wasn’t going to run out of cannabis to smoke, even though I was increasingly determined to get our own plants to work, since I could grow our own marijuana, I wanted to actually do it! It would ultimately save myself and others hundreds of dollars spent at the cannabis dispensary, although this wasn’t about currency it was about doing something on our own

To be clear, I did not buy this land so that I could grow pot, but I wanted this land for a lot of different reasons. However, now that I own it, I will begin trying to grow some plants, but why shouldn’t I? I have multiple hundred empty acres out here, just fields and forests, and a few little ponds scattered here and there, then nearby the main home is an old redhouse. It needed some repairs, however once I got it fixed up it was perfect as an incubator to get some cannabis plants going, first of all I have to say that I thought it would be a lot easier to cultivate marijuana. I mean they call it weed because it grows everywhere, so why did most of our cannabis plants die before they even started? It didn’t absolutely matter, because I had an open account with our old cannabis dispensary to have our stuff mailed to me. I wasn’t going to run out of cannabis to smoke, even though I was increasingly determined to get our own plants to work, since I could grow our own marijuana, I wanted to actually do it! It would ultimately save myself and others hundreds of dollars spent at the cannabis dispensary, although this wasn’t about currency it was about doing something on our own. I can’t farm, or fish, or hunt, or even begin a fire without matches, so I would love to be able to say I was capable of growing our own marijuana. It would make myself and others suppose to love more a “real man” as ridiculous as that sounds.

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My girlfriend and I had been together for almost ten years, and as far as I knew, neither of us were the lucky type.

We worked for everything we got.

When she got home and was telling me about the raffle our local marijuana shop was having, I chuckled. I knew she was getting her hopes up that she would win, but I didn’t think that was a feasible thought. She said that as long as we put in our regular order for the next two weeks, we would have five tickets in the raffle. I told her I would believe it when I saw it. She told me that there was a guarantee of there being edible cannabis treats, cannabis concentrate, and dried cannabis flower in the basket. Along with these cannabis items, they also include some promotional items and a couple mystery gifts. My girlfriend was really excited, but I wasn’t. They had these raffles all the time, and I never mentioned them because I didn’t want her to get excited. Two weeks later, she came home with the marijuana raffle basket. She couldn’t wait to open it. She told me she had been called at work, and told she had won. She picked the basket up on her way home from work. Along with the sure things, we had several packets of gummies, a couple of t-shirts and some promotional items. There were pens, and some magnets. In the bottom of the basket was an enailer which I knew was worth more than $100. We had won a prize that was worth nearly $400.
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My wife and I had gone on a short trip to a state that had legal recreational and medical marijuana.

We were on a weekend getaway, and we thought this would be a great place to go.

I never thought that we would not only get some marijuana that evening, but we would also meet someone we hadn’t seen in almost ten years. We got to our hotel, and were pleasantly surprised to see that the marijuana dispensary was right across the street from our hotel. If the marijuana dispensary didn’t offer delivery, we would be able to walk there. We found a brochure that gave a list of the marijuana dispensary’s inventory. After deciding what marijuana products we wanted, we called and put in an order. When we asked about delivery, they wanted to know where we were located. I told them about our hotel and she laughed. She told us they made deliveries to the hotel, quite often. Fifteen minutes later, we had a knock on the door. I knew it was the delivery person from the marijuana dispensary. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see a young woman standing there. My wife walked up and gushed over her, and I realized they knew each other. She invited her in and they started talking about what each other had done since graduation. I suddenly realized they knew each other, and well. Shortly after, she had to finish her marijuana deliveries and was heading out the door. My wife gave her her business card and told her to call when she was in town.

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When I left my buddies house last night, I knew that I had to just keep my eyes open and stay alert, or I wouldn’t make it home.

I guess I shouldn’t have been driving since I was higher than a kite, but I also couldn’t spend the night.

I was turning eighteen and all my buddies had gotten together and pitched in to buy some marijuana. They knew I had never smoked marijuana before and they wanted to be the ones to introduce me to it. When I got to their house that evening, I was shocked to see them with a bubbling bong and the marijuana already packed into the bowl. They yelled happy birthday and pointed at the bong. It surprised me but I couldn’t help but grin. They all sat around smoking from the bong and wehn it came my turn, I hesitated. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a wimp, so I took a tentative but small puff. I couldn’t believe how much it burned and how much it made me cough. I coughed so hard that I felt like I was going to vomit up my own throat. Shortly after I quit coughing, I began to feel a bit light-headed. Once the light-headedness passed, I got giggling. Everything someone said, struck me as being the funniest thing I had ever heard. I knew I had smoked too much marijuana. Even though I was intoxicated by the marijuana I kknew I had to go home. I was less than a mile from home, but I had to keep my eyes open and stay alert.

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I love that people in our town enjoy getting together.

During the summer, we have concerts in the park nearly every weekend.

On the off weekends, they show movies on sheets draped over the rocks. The park is always bustling with things for the community to do together. Being the younger group in the town, my friends and I use this as an opportunity to get high and relax away from our parents. Recreational marijuana is legal in our state, so we aren’t doing anything illegal, but our parents still don’t approve of our use. I guess in a way marijuana is still illegal for us since none of us are twenty-one, but it wouldn’t be much worse than underage drinking. Last weekend, my friends and I arrived at the park ready to have fun. We had pisces up a disposable vape pen that was discrete and easy to use. We also had about a dozen cookies that were laced with marijuana. After a couple hits from the vape pen, I was already beginning to feel the effects. I was a little light-headed, so I begged off the next time they passed the pen around. I had realized, too late, that I had also eaten about four of the cookies we had bought. I was not just light-headed, but I was also getting giggly and tired. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to make it back home, if I didn’t sober up. One of my friends told me they were all planning on camping out in the backyard and finishing up the marijuana we had bought. I was ready to leave.

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When we made the decision to move a thousand miles away, we thought it would be nice to make the move by car.

We had the house packed and everything in a moving truck, and we drove our car.

By the time we got to our new home, we were both tired, and had back pain from the trip. The new house was in an area where they had legal recreational and medical marijuana. We went to the marijuana dispensary to see if they had anything that could help with our various aches and pains. The young woman at the counter recommended their RSO which is short for Rick Simpson Oil. RSO was a highly concentrated form of cannabis that is used for pain relief. She said that RSO is not found everywhere and it could be difficult to find it. Most of the local cannabis shops sold edible RSO products, but it was difficult to find RSO for dabbing or vaping. We went to just about every marijuana dispensary in the area, and we couldn’t find anything but RSO edibles. After a while, we couldn’t even find the edibles. We found the RSO that we really enjoyed and now we couldn’t find it. We did find a comparable marijuana that helped almost as well as the RSO, but it wasn’t the same. I guess we’re going to need to keep looking in any marijuana dispensary we come across. Maybe we’ll find and maybe we won’t. I’m beginning to think that finding a needle in a haystack would be easier.
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